Sadness echos around this place
Gloom stretches it hands & cover all
This place so silent & melonchany
Not a soul seen here
The city was long dead
Now only its skeletons stands
The air smells stale & raw
Remains of blood shed everywhere
The city was killed
Its flags burned to ashes
The builingings seem forbidden
But the tree here are
Of major peculiarity
Through many years
They have grown..
They have seen
So many things
.. if only we could hear the,
...each tiny leaf has a story to tell...
about... how a great city lke thiss...
Into ruins fell.......
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